Текст песни Елена Калинская - Детство

Do you remember mom, childhood? Bows, pigtails?
Soft toys in the middle of the hall?
Tell me, Mom, a fairy tale about chanterelle
The one that the dark night chickens stolen.

Sing me, Mom, song "My bonfire in the fog ..."
Instead of a lullaby, so that everything is as before.
Games near the house, dolls on the sofa,
And naivety in the heart, and the soul without false.

I was cheerful, in something naughty,
But the adult life is not going anywhere.
Only, mom, stuffy. You know, very stuffy.
How to reverse and return to childhood?